The other day thewife and I went through drive-thru. She ordered a classic roast meal. I felt tired and sick so I didn't get anything. We went home and I went to bed to try and sleep it off. I woke an hour later feeling a lot better. And decided I too wanted Red Rooster.
But I didn't want to seem like a desparate fatty by hoobing through drive thru for a second meal, Hobbit style, of chicken (in case he thought both were for me).
So I changed my shirt and wore a different hat.
Yep, I am that pathetic.
He didn't saying anything.